Beadle's Dime Novels No. 298: The Hussar Captain — page 84: what you’re looking at

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88 THE HWUSSAR CAPTAIN. but with a smooth, intelligent face, lying upon a low cot, and though he had never seen General Putnam, he at once be- lieved the man before him to be that personage, as he had frequently heard the patriot’s appearance described. Jailer, you can leave me with the prisoner,” said the Her- mit, sternly, and his request being obeyed, he awaited until the heavy door was closed, and then said, cautiously : “ General, I am sorry to see you a prisoner.” “The fortunes of war; but, to what cause em I indebted for the nonor of your visit?” replied the disguised English- man abruptly. “T have come by order af Lord Howe, in whose secret service I am; but, not te mince matters, let me at once ask, would you be free ?” “A strange question, indeed, to ask a prisoner.” “True; but if you would be free, it now rests in my power . to aid your eserpe; how, 1 cannot now explain, as I Lave not time; but come, follow me, for I have orders to conduct you to the presence of Lord Howe, and en route we can together master the guard of four men and escape together, for this aight must I also leave the British lines.” The smile of triumph that crossed the face of the man be- tore him, the Hermit mistook for joy at an opportunity to es- cape, and stepping to the decor, he called to the jailer to open it. : , 7 o The heavy portal swung slowly back, and two persons en- tered, one of whom said, quietly : “ Fontleroy, is he a traitor, or not ?” : “A doubly-dyed one, sir,” answered the supposed Gceueral Putnam, and at his words, one of the two who had en- tered the cell, cast aside his cloak, and, drawing a sword, stepped forward, saying : “Hermit, you are trapped! Resistance is useless, and-you are my prisoner.” The Hermit drew himself proudly up, glanced ‘into the face of Colonel Templeton, and, understanding the manner in which he had been caught, said quickly, while his band stole beneath his cloak : “ And why am I your prisoner, colonel ?” “Tt matters not, sir; you are—” / coniicbooks.com